1. My Tortured Slave (Part 1)


    Date: 10/2/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Slavery, Torture, Toys, Violence, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    clothing, but a wet spot soon showed beneath it. I didn’t want to cut away her clothing; I wanted her to take it off for me, no matter how long it took. I walked over to her head, she was still passed out but she began panting heavily, I smiled at this. She was enjoying herself, and probably more so when she wakes up. I decided to leave the ball gag in not wanting her to be too comfortable. Which shouldn’t be a problem because she was laying on her boobs, squished up against the concrete floor, they would be sore tomorrow. To be sure of this I had attached the rope on the ceiling to her legs and hands bound behind her back and pulled it taunt so she couldn’t roll over to her side in the night. I kissed her on the forehead and left her for the night remembering to plug in the vibrator so it didn’t run out of juice. Bound with a vibrator in the middle of the floor bright lights pointed down on her, she would be in for a rough night. “Wake up my slave” I said as I removed the ball gag from her mouth, she looked up at me through half closed eyes. She did not have a good night, the large bags beneath her eyes evidence of her lack of sleep. The vibrator was still humming at full strength emitting a low droning noise. With the ball gag removed she flexed her jaw muscles opening and closing her mouth, getting all the knots out that had built up over the night. Despite the ragged condition she was in she was still stunning, the dried black mascara streaks running down her face and ...
    matted hair doing little to take away from her natural beauty. I was still stunned by her looks but not to the same degree as I was yesterday, I had just gotten more comfortable with her. I brought a wet cloth to her face and rubbed away the mascara streaks, she didn’t fight me. “Get that thing off of me. That vibrator” she shifted uncomfortably, trying to mover her legs to get the source of discomfort off of her but the tape held it in place. I crouched by her crotch and frowned at the relatively small puddle beneath her; she had lost much more liquid from the ball gag then the vibrator. It must be from the cloths she was wearing but she did not orgasm that night. I sighed and switched it off. “And untie me from the ceiling my boobs are killing me” I raised an eyebrow at her “Who’s in charge here?” “Please let me down from the ceiling” satisfied, I untied the rope, and she rolled to her side and visibly relaxed. “Sleep well?” “Fuck you” she said back “I need to go to the bathroom” I walked up behind her and hand cuffed her wrists and ankles, then proceeded to untie the ropes the bond her legs and arms behind her. She wasn’t strong or fast, I didn’t think, but I didn’t want to risk fighting her. I did my research, she went to the gym regularly, and had an athletic body so there may be a chance even if unlikely that she could overpower me. Better safe than sorry. Around her neck I fastened a leather collar with a heavy chain attached. “Am I a dog?” “You are whatever I want you to ...
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